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To the memory of 

Phillips Brooks, 

Bishop of Massachusetts, 

whose impassioned presentation of the 

Old Testament 

gave it, to a child's imagination, 

life and speech; 

to the hopes, and their fulfillment, of the 

mighty race whose ideals 

made the New Testament possible, 

I dedicate this drama. 



PROLOGUE. 

The title of this play is taken from Antonin 
Mercie^s "Gloria Victis" in the Hotel de Ville, 
Paris; its motif is that of the book of Esther: 
this acknowledges any conscious indebtedness. 
If there is found in it but a trace of the beauty 
of the master's work, but a breath of the life 
of the Great Chronicle, the author is content. 

M. N. 



CHARACTERS. 

Ahasuerus, King of the Medes and Persians. 
Mordecai, a Jew of the Court in immediate 

service of the King. 
Ham an, a Noble and Agagite. 
Memucan, Prince of Media and Persia. 
Hegai, King's chamberlain. 
Hatach, a friend of Esther and Mordecai. 
Vashti, Queen of Ahasuerus. 
Esther, Queen of Ahasuerus. 
Judith, a friend of Esther. 
Zeresh, wife of Haman. 
Carshena, ] 
Shethar, 

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Meres, 

Marsena, 

Mehuman, } 

Biztha, 

Harbona, 

Bigtha, }■ Chamberlains. 

Abagtha, 

Zethar, 

Carcas, J 

Dalphon, ) 

Aspatha, [• Conspirators with Haman. 

Adalia, J 

Chorus, Persian Musicians, Scribes, Eunuchs, 
Maids in attendance on Vashti and Esther, 
Household Servants, etc. 

Scenes. Palace at Shushan, house of Ha- 
man, and street before the palace. 



GLORIA VICT1S 



ACT FIRST. 

SCENE I.— Palace of Shushan. A court filled 
with flowers and fountains, surrounded, by 
an arcade. Occasionally a servant, some- 
times an usher, a eunuch, a taster, or one of 
the king's guards, passes, each in evident 
haste and bearing vessels of gold, gold and 
silver vases, candelabra, etc. Two Jews con- 
verse near one of the pillars of the arcade. 
First Jew. What means this ardor? Shall 
we tonight be asked to heathen revels? Will 
the tyrant deck himself in spoils of Zion? 

Second Jew. Yea, 'twould seem, for see we 
not the sacred vessels, purpled once with wine 
of.Eshcol, crimsoned at the Pascal feast, now 
borne into this board, and kings dare drink 
where priests quenched not their thirst? 

First Jew (raising his hands in impreca- 
tion). Ah, Israel, Israel! thy cups once red, 
now brown with dregs and lees like the foul, 
stanchless wounds our heroes bore for thee, 
are brimming o'er with "wine of trembling." 
Ah, for a draught of that pure water, sweeter 
far than this of Choaspes, our mighty men did 
bring to David, and he did pour to God! Cho- 
aspes cannot assuage this thirst for home. My 
eyes are wells and from their depths are daily 
drawn draughts bitterer far than those of Ma- 
rah. 

Second Jew. Already hath the king re- 
ceived his meed at Sal amis, and Grecian he- 
roes spilled the dearest blood of Persia. Why 
may not one deliver us? some Joshua, who 
took kings as spoil; Gideon, hero naked 
and unblazoned; not as these, whose leather 



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banner myriads led, upon a weaker foe. Per- 
chance some one may come to give his life, to 
prove his faith, and set against this empty 
earthly crown, the King of kings. What sayest 
thou, father? 

First Jew. Yea, I do hope for it. Why 
should we not teach him there is a God, who 
mocks at greatness built on aught but justice? 
Had we the heroes thou hast named 'twould be 
so now. Exile doth leave a hero half a man, 
and men as children. O, Daniel, Daniel! thou 
didst sit with kings their counselor; who 
can counsel men since thou art gone? 

Second Jew. But here's the Chorus. All 
our holiest pulses beat in rhythm with their 
strains. 

SCENE II.— Chorus chanting in minor key 
crosses the stage, halting near a vine-cover- 
ed arch leading into the court beyond, oppo- 
site entrance to banquet hall. 
PSALMS XIII. 
How long wilt thou forget me, O Lord? for 
ever? how long wilt thou hide thy face from 
me? 

How long shall I take counsel in my soul, 
having sorrow in my heart daily? how long 
shall mine enemy be exalted over me? 

Consider and hear me, O Lord my God: light- 
en mine eyes, lest I sleep the sleep of death; 

Lest mine enemy say, I have prevailed 
against him; and those that trouble me rejoice 
when I am moved. 

But I have trusted in thy mercy; my heart 
shall rejoice in thy salvation. 

I will sing unto the Lord, because he hath 
dealt bountifully with me. 

First Jew. More we cannot ask for com- 
fort — but look, hither doth come a man who 
loves us, and one who loves us not — Mordecai 
and Haraan. Hast seen of late the looks of 
scorn the favorite lowers upon the chosen? 
"Under the shadow of thy wings"; 'twere well. 



Gloria Yictis. 

ah well, to lift up hands for help, for such as 
he, whate'er their mien, mean harm. 

Second Jew. Seest thou how he doth look 
at Mordecai? His eyes do gleam with scorn and 
hate, but he who loves his God, much more 
than place and pomp, is more than match for 
Haman. 

First Jew. Yea, more than match, with 
God. Will He avenge us here on Persian soil? 
Second Jew. Let us go hence an* 3 . look up- 
on this feast, and judge from favor , there be- 
stowed, who rules the king. [Exit Jews. 
Haman approaches the pillar they have left. 
Mordecai stands talking to the Chorus. 
Haman. I see him and I hate him. This 
captive, insolent, with meekness ill assumed, 
protects himself from envy while his power 
grows daily. I'll see which man is master, he a 
slave, or I, a favorite. Had I one here as brave 
as he is subtle, I could prove whose gods are 
mightiest, his or mine. A woman, yea, where 
find her? Zeresh waits upon the queen, but 
Vashti's reign is past: a pretext, she's dismissed, 
—who then will share the couch and touch the 
sceptre? Capricious, vindictive, this hour his 
friend, the next his toy. Who knows then? 
Who but knows? I must to the feast. 

[Exit Haman. 

Mordecai passes out before the Chorus, 
which follows chanting softly 

PSALMS XCIX. 

The Lord reigneth; let the people tremble: 
he sitteth between the oherubims; let the earth 
be moved. 

The Lord is great in Zion; and he is high 
above all the people. 

Let them praise thy great and terrible name; 
for it is holy. 

The king's strength also loveth judgment; 
thou dost establish equity, thou executest judg- 
ment and righteousness in Jacob, 



Gloria Yictis. 

Exalt ye the Lord our God, and worship at 
his footstool; for he is holy. 

Moses and Aaron among his priests, and 
Samuel among them that call upon his name; 
they called upon the Lord, and he answered 
them. — — (Chorus heard softly chanting in 
the distance.) 

SCENE III.— Banquet hall of palace, hung in 
white, green, and blue. Beds of gold and sil- 
ver upon pavement of red, blue, white 
and black marble, marble pillars whose capi- 
tals are massive heads of bulls. Beside the 
empty throne of gold and silver, is seen the 
royal standard of Persia, leather encrusted 
with gems. The guests, princes of Persia, 
chamberlains, courtiers, Greeks, Jews, Par- 
thians, are reclining on couches, Haman and 
Mordecai next the King. Ushers, tasters, 
eunuchs, and servants, wait upon the com- 
pany. Persian musicians play softly, Jew- 
ish Chorus holding their instruments, is seen 
standing near portico leading to the garden, 
which can be seen beyond. 
King Ahasuerus. What need we here to 
grace this festival, where Persia's gems are 
gleaming, but her whose beauty is as creamy 
pearl, mid jewels. Like a star that shines alone 
on Demavend, that beauty fills the heaven of 
Persia's monarch. She holds her court apart; 
the lustrous constellation of her women leaves 
these halls in darkness. 'Tis meet we call her 
thence to light our gloom. Go call the queen. 
(All drinking to the sound of trumpets, "O 

King, Live Forever!") 
Haman. O King, and can it be that she on 
whom the sun itself doth deign to shine, should 
seek the shade? 

King. Nay, she but deems herself a lesser 
orb, the center of a constellation smaller, but 
more bright. Her rays may cast less far, but 
give more light and heat. The mind of Vashti 
lets no sun but that which from the thione 

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irradiates, shine down her splendor, and she 
doth well — what sayest thou Mordecai? 

Mordecai. The man should rule the wo- 
man; that, O King, were ancient law, but both 
are under rule. It means but good for each to 
pay to either homage, being subject both to 
God, and in our law 'tis meekness best doth 
crown the kingliest brow. 

King. Thy God, thy law! What canst thou 
teach, O noble Jew to me, descended from a god, 
immortal like themselves? Yet almost I might 
wish to learn of thee, my captive, so much wis- 
dom oft I find within thy speech. Our women 
are our jewels and we like them best to glit- 
ter and adorn — for when they lose their bril- 
liancy, we can replace them. 

Haman. Or flowers, when faded, we can 
pluck them fresh. 

Mordecai. How their souls, ye count not 
they have souls O King? 

King. Yea, Mordecai, their souls ex- 
hale in merriment, delight, caress, and sooth- 
ing tenderness. The soul of man requires 
a taste of many sweets. His palate is not 
satisfied with a single fruit, or one confection. 
See we here upon this table, gather- 
ed from as many gardens, dainties wrought by 
Nature in her hours of glee. She hath formed 
them for our pleasure, and we take them as 
she means them — each and all. 

Mordecai. We hold the woman is for man 
a sister, friend, who can appeal unto the high- 
est, best within him, and though weak and 
yielding, give him strength of purpose, love of 
truth and God. She reflects the best in man, 
and gives an image pure, as is his purest 
thought of her. 

King. Perhaps, What! comes she not, 

the queen? (King half rises, startled.) 

Messenger (Hegai, a chamberlain), O 
King live forever! Thine august queen doth 
bid me lay before thy throne of splendor this 
her will — she will not come. 

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Gloria Victis. 

King (in fierce anger, aside). She will not 
come! (Rises and approaches the throne.) 
(Aside.) O Vashti cross not thy lesser rays 
with mine. (Aloud.) What shall we do unto 
the queen for her affront to royal will? 

Memucan. O King the queen has done this 
wrong not only unto thee, but unto us, and un- 
to Persia. There shall be wrath and scorn in 
Media, when our wives obey not. Let her es- 
tate be given then and by decree unto another, 
then every husband dwells in honor. 

King. Yea, so shall it be, and thou hast an- 
swered wisely, Memucan. Saidst thou not so, 
my Mordecai? Ah, let the Chorus sing, for I 
am heavy-hearted. 

Chorus advances to side of the throne and 

commences to chant in a brighter strain. 

PROVERBS XXXI. 

Who can find a virtuous woman? for her 
price is far above rubies. 

The heart of her husband doth safely trust in 
her, so that he shall have no need of spoil. 

She will do him good and not evil all the days 
of her life. 

She seeketh wool, and flax, and worketh 
willingly with her hands. 

Strength and honor are her clothing; and 
she shall rejoice in time to come. 

She openeth her mouth with wisdom; and in 
her tongue is the law of kindness. 

She looketh well to the ways of her house- 
hold, and eateth not the bread of idleness. 

Her children arise up, and call her blessed; 
her husband also, and he praiseth her. 

King (to Mordecai). Are all the women 
virtuous in thy land, or are there those who 
love to rule and be a curse and bane to life? 

Mordecai. O King 'tis God alone can give 
to her, whose nature weak, demands a strong- 
er, the power of righteous life. (Musing.) 
Some such we have had, some may have again 
— there are who might be such. 

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Gloria Victis. 

King. Then would I might have her for 
wife, to rule with me, obedient, loving, chaste. 
Mordecai (aside). There may be such an 
one, and yet, O Esther! O my child! 

[King rises, bearing sceptre, passes out, 
nobles following. 
SCENE IV. — In Vashti's appartment, women at 
a banquet rise from the tables and frightened 
gaze at the queen, watching her face closely. 
She is seen reclining on a golden couch,dressed 
in elaborate court costume, crimson embroid- 
ered in gold and silver. Messenger enters, 
breathless from fear, 
Vashti. What saith the king? 
Messenger. Ah Mistress, would thou hadst 
but learned before to dread his wrath, for now 
'tis burning hot and like to scorch. He will 
not have a wife who rules beyond his law, and 
now advised by his court will pat thee hence. 

All. Ah, told we thee not so? woe, thy 
doom has come! (Some of the women weep.) 
Vashti. Cease; not by me shall tears be shed. 
I am a queen and will be such in grief, and 'ti« 
not his to take one jot from my estate as queen. 
Misfortune makes a royal soul more royal, 
nothing less. 'Tis my will that breaks against 
his own; no two can rule beneath this roof and 
both be safe. His mind grasps undivided sway, 
and he and all his haughty race accept not nay. 
I leave him to his lonely throne and power. 
Do ye leave me. (Women retire, leaving 
Vashti who half in rage half sadly soliloquizes.) 
Ah yes, once loved, now scorned. 'Twas beau- 
ty gave me rule, not love, and beauty's rule is 
brief. I could have held my place, would I but 
stoop to artifice as all do here and trust to 
basest means to hold their power. 'Twere 
something, yea 'twere much, to vent my spite 
on some who feed and grow on others' ill. Had 
I but one friend here at court, by grief and en- 
vy stung, I might regain that place. (Musing,) 
Ah yea, my mind doth clear a way within these 

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toils— that false ambitious Haman— he's ready 
for the depths of guilt; that doubt I not — and 
she, his wife, doth wait upon the queen. Ah 
splendors once possessed, but half remember- 
ed, haunting my waking hours of gloom with 
rays of soft delights. (Goes to the window 
leading to the gardens.) When shall I hear 
such music as these nightingales pour to this 
crystal moon? Ah heavens ye told my span of 

joy was brief ye fooled me not 'tis men 

have cheated me. Ah well, this place of lying, 
tricking deeds, and fiercer thoughts, I shall 
not much regret; yet this burning thirst 

for power, insatiable passion! 'Tis his 

curse and mine. I see a hand within the dusk 
will strike him down, as he has struck me. I'll 
keep my grief till then, but now my queenly 
pride will leave no minute's, second's place for 

one to say, "I pity her, the queen." 'Tis 

choice, I could say, "I obey," and stay. I 
would not, testing him, be slave — I go. But 
who comes here? 'Tis she, 'tis Zeresh. (Half 
scornfully,) What bringst thou here, my Ze- 
resh? (aside) the first to spy on power o'er- 
thrown. 

Scene V. 

Zeresh. What mistress, what but that I 
bring thee sympathy. 

Vashti (impatiently). Sympathy! 'tis 
brought where it is wanted not, and if it were, 
the queen would seek it first amid her peers. 

Zeresh (dissembling her anger). 'Tis as thy 
slave I offer what a slave may surely bring: 
desire to share misfortune. 

Vashti. That desire were alien to most 
slaves — and kings. That both may rise to fur- 
ther greatness through this seeming check 'tis 
this that I consent to. 

Zeresh (visibly pleased), 'Tis, gracious 
queen, most like to thee to give what none can 
give but thou— a queenly courage. My hus- 
band sends me thither to inform his august 

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sovereign there doth beat one true heart still 
for her. Command him; 'tis this he craves 
alone. 

Vashti (aside). There spoke the woman, 
and I find my weapon ready forged. (Aloud.) 
Tell Haman that his queen is still a queen, in 
fearlessness, and intends to try the humor of 
the king yet further. Go tell him this and bid 
him meet her here in secret — for see they come 
to bring me to the king. 

[Exit Zeresh. Enter Herald and Princes. 

Vashti (rises in majestic pose, all saluting). 
Ye great of Persia, now 'tis Vashti's will. 

[All leave after the queen. 



ACT SECOND, 

SCENE I. — Bedroom in Esther's suite in the 
palace of Shushan. A young girl of rare grace 
and loveliness, just awake, rises from 
her couch. She throws a mantle over her 
shoulders and approaches the window, 
stretching out her hands, as if in invocation 
to the sunrise. 

Esther. O splendor, glory most like Him — 
our King in Zion. When I do feel thee around 
me, I am part of heaven and spheres far far 
beyond our little life enfold me — the splendor 
is't within, without? I cannot tell. God is so 

near, our dread Jehovah. I wish I had 

arisen early, gone upon the hills and breathed 
the light, perfume, from all the world alone 
with Him. Could I but reach some highest 
point and lift my two girl hands to sky and 
field and feel again, I'm free! Ah, joy to feel 
but air about me, unveiled, to catch the light 
upon my hair, so feeding all my soul with 
ecstasy. I'd find Him there and He'd perhaps 
release me. A captive, O! to live and die a 
captive! Some nights I breathless lie and 
hear a voice low breathing, and I swoon in 
gladness. 'Tis His voice which says — a mother 

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must so speak, so tenderly — "He that Israel 
keeps shall never sleep." Last night I heard 
that voice again and I awoke and mighty- 
dreams half shaken from my eyelids kept me 

company. Did David so sense God in 

dawn? Yea, did he not? It comes to me his 

song "My voice in the morning shalt thou 

hear, O Lord, my prayer to thee will I direct." 

Prays 

Ah, here's the sun, he likens to a bridegroom 
(hesitates confused) coming from his chamber. 

Ah me no mother is here to quiet me 

with loving hands. I must meet this, as all 
things else alone. I am orphaned too in country. 
From time my baby hands could clasp in pray- 
er I've prayed for thee Jerusalem, thine altars 
and thy throne. — Could it be? — No, no, — I'm 
far too weak. — I faint at thought of him, this 

heathen tyrant, yet some voice within 

me says, "I am with thee, fear thee not," Is't 
He, the King of kings? I think of Ruth. She 
too was gentle, timid, meek, and she found fa- 
vor. Ah God! give me thy strength. Hide me 
beneath thy wings! (Dresses. Hears Chorus 
outside her windows, claps her hands and lis- 
tens eagerly. 

SONG OF SOLOMON. 

My beloved spake, and said unto me, Rise 
up, my love, my fair one, and come away. 

For, lo, the winter is past, the rain is over 
and gone. 

The flowers appear on the earth; the time of 
the singing of birds is come, and the voice of 
the turtle is heard in our land ; 

The fig tree putteth forth her green figs, and 
the vines with the tender grape give a good 
smell. Arise, my love, my fair one, and come 
away. 

O my dove, that art in the clefts of the rock, 
in the secret places of the stairs, let me see thy 
countenance, let me hear thy voice; for sweet 
is thy voice, and thy countenance is comely. 

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Gloria Victis. 

Take us the foxes, the little foxes, that spoil 
the vines: for our vines have tender grapes. 

My beloved is mine, and I am his: he feedeth 
among the lilies. 

Until the day break, and the shadows flee 
away, turn, my beloved, and be thou like a roe 
or a young hart upon the mountains of Bether. 
SCENE II.— A knock. Judith enters; the girls 

embrace. 

Esther. Brave girl, then they did let thee 
come to Esther? Thou didst pass the palace 
gates unharmed? 

Judith. Yea, yea, unharmed. Mordecaidid 
give his word — 'tis law it seems since Esther's 
here. (Esther hides her head on Judith's neck.) 

Judith. Ah mistress happy, happy, be thou 
love— 'tis he the king has sent thee hither, our 
sweet singers. 

Esther. Foolish child, the song is sweet, but 
what if I am scorned? 

Judith. Nay, nay, for no such being oped 
her eyes today in Persia — for thy dear cheeks, 
and hair and eyes, he'd ransom half his king- 
dom. 

Esther. Child, child, vex me not thus, with 
praise undue, unmeet. 

Judith. Sweet mistress 'tis but truth I tell 
thee, for have I not seen the queen, so proud, 
so careless of us girls who gazed awestr nek up- 
on her beauty? For she was fair, dressed all 
in gold, upon her head a diadem, and ladies 
dressed in cloth of gold, like butterflies about 

her. Thou art twice as fair without the 

gold. (Finishes dressing Esther's hair. 

A knock; both girls start.) 

Esther. Hast finished? 'Tis well, I hear 
my uncle's knock— one minute, Judith thou wilt 
stay with me (kisses her) so I may have some 
one to love within this palace, yea, then I'll 
forgive thy foolish praise. (Judith breaks 
from her and goes to the door. Mordecai en- 
ters; girls bow low before him; Esther kisses 
his hand. ) 

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Gloria Victis. 

Mordecai. My child, my well-beloved 
child. (Aside.) As Abraham led his son to 
sacrifice, so lead I her, believing God means 
well. 

Esther. Be not thou sad, father; I will be 
good and here, as there, obey. Who knows 
but God will work through me His will for Is- 
rael? 

Mordecai. Yea, yea, mayhap, but we must 
wait upon His will, and oftentimes that will 
seems grief to us. I love thee, Esther, (takes 
her in his arms) thou art part of loves immortal, 
and to know thy tender feet set here in snares 
the rudest may entangle — troubles me. 
Chorus without, chanting Psalms xc. 

O satisfy us early with thy mercy; that we 
may rejoice and be glad all our days. 

Make us glad according to the days wherein 
thou hast afflicted us, and the years wherein 
we have seen evil. 

Let thy work appear unto thy servants, and 
thy glory unto their children. 

And let the beauty of the Lord our God be 
upon us: and establish thou the work of our 
hands upon us; yea, the work of our hands es- 
tablish thou it. 

Mordecai and Esther stand with 
bowed heads, listening. 

Esther. Father, hath He not spoken? Can 
we then fear? 

Mordecai. Yea, Esther, He has spoken. 
We will hear. I leave you with our King. 

SCENE III.— A room in Vashti's suite. Haman 

alone. 

Haman. Yea, Mordecai, I curse thee, and 
thy race; not yesterday, nor yesterday before, 
put enmity between us. Saul slew my kin, and 
Samuel hewed our mighty king before his god. 
I hold as living hate, a memory more hateful. 

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Gloria Victis. 

I stand beside the throne — thou wouldst stand 
there — there is not p lace for two. Thou bringst 
a girl to play her part; I bring a queen, one 
wronged, insulted, eager for revenge — match 

Persian princess with a Jewish maid. 

Three of the greatest of the realm stand with us. 
Ha! soon thou'lt feel a foe in every Persian. 

They come, my friends, the queen and 

Zeresh, Aspatha, Adalia, Dalphon. 

The same enter, Vashti veiled with two 

women attendants. Haman leads the 

queen to a dais where she unveils and 

the princes pay homage with Haman. 

Haman. O Queen and ye wise men of Per- 
sia, it now behooveth us to state our griefs, sub- 
due the impious pride of slaves ; take vengeance 
on these Jews. Prince Adalia, speak, and she, 
our queen, shall be our arbiter. 

Adalia. Yea, I fear them, of wit and valor 
too much accredited to now be met with scorn. 
They push us to the wall, and rise on our de- 
feat. I fear them and I hate them. 

'Queen. Well spoken, brave Adalia. 'Tis 
like thee to play the coward, in whom all see 
the hero. 

Dalphon. I fear them not — but they pro- 
fane our groves, they worship not as we, they 
mock our gods and force their sacrilegious 
rites before our faces. 

Queen. 'Tis well thought, zealous for the 
gods and zealously will they reward thee. 

Aspatha. I care not for the gods; 'tis theirs 
to look to it, if reverence due is paid not, but 
for gain, for that I care. I would not have this 
money -getting race usurp our trade and see 
our riches deck a foreigner. Naught can now 
compete with them; though beggared at the 
dawn, the sunset sees them robed in purple. 

Queen. Surely this were cause for punish- 
ment. Ill-gotten is the gold that comes by 
magic. But speak thou, O Haman, mighty 
prince, beloved of the king. 

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Gloria Victis. 

Ham an. These are to mine as white to black 
— ten thousand causes have I for loathing; they 
are but the slightest. Between my race and 
theirs is hatred nourished for almost as many 
generations, as have my hands twice told of 
fingers. We hold all Jews as foes and treat 

them so. I've for Mordecai who prates 

of lofty virtue, wins his way at soft and steady 
pace, but curses. gracious queen, let's hear 
thy will; 'tis we must then obey. 

Queen. My lords and princes, all ye do call 
me "queen"; so was I, so will be, if but fortune 
give again, in justice, all it takes: our kindly 

monarch's favor and now I muse upon 

it all — what cause that I, once doted on and 
held so dear, am thrust away, but surely this, 
he, Mordecai, who else, has whispered praise 
of this new beauty, Esther, blinding so our 
king with tales of her, that he but seizes on my 
absence to be rid of me. Ah cruel, cruel, thus 
to wound a woman, one who shielded him; 'tis 
thus we monarchs are rewarded for our trust. 
That haughty head scarce bowed in salutation, 
as I passed, I marked it, but my heart, too 
full of mercy to requite with ill, took then no 
warning. So he rose, I fell. But how amend 
these evils, shall each not give advice? 

All. Yea, yea, so shall it be, O queen! 

Ad alia. Shall Haman, he who called us 
here, who seemed the most beset with care for 
vengeance, not take this matter first in hand? 

All. Yea, Haman, let it be he. 

Haman. I, O queen, desire it not, but since 
it falls to me, I will accept. I hold there is no 
victory, but in destruction. Hear now my plan ; 
'twill need but his advice and power to ex- 
ecute. Let writings here be made by Dalphon, 
Adalia, and Aspatha, unto the goverao?a and 
rulers of the provinces, that they upon the 
thirteenth of the month Adar, cause to be 
killed, destroyed, (women shudder) all Jews 
both young and old, and their goods fleized as 
prey. I will win the seal to set thereto from 

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Ahasuerus. The danger lies in this. Yours is 
the safer part in execution of these writs. 
Wisdom is speed in both. 

Queen. Well done, brave Haman, thou 
epeakest as a master in the art of moving 
kings. Haste, lose not a moment; let this day 
see accomplishment of our design — in plan well 
formed — the king's consent obtained — the let- 
ters sent. (Aside.) She too must die, within 
the palace, stifled by my slaves. She shall no 
more have voice to win from Persian princess 
rights held too long to yield at glance 
of Jewish eyes. (Aloud.) O Princes, we may 
leave, assured the matter rests in hands as 
skilled as any that might hold it. 'Tis ours to 
execute his wish. I leave you then with every 
vow for our success, and once in power ye 
shall not be forgotten. 

All leave but Haman and Zeresh, after sa- 
luting the Queen, who goes out first 
with her women. 

Zeresh. I fear me Haman this doth mean 
thy ruin, not revenge. 

Haman. That care I not, for nothing gives 
me peace while this Jew sits before the gate, 
and rises not to greet me. 

Zeresh. Then thou shouldst well devise some 
other means to rid us of the man, awaiting 
not the special vengeance. 

Haman. Yea, woman, thou hast spoken 
well, I've thought on that. Thy hands and 
mine shall match the purple we shall wear. 
(Laughs.) But I must leave thee. Get thee to 
the gods, that they make our cause their own. 

[Exit Haman. 

(Zeresh gazes sorrowfully after him, and 

turns towards the inner room.) 

SCENE IV. — Council chamber. King seated 
in the chair of state. Princes retire, mak- 
ing a low obeisance. Scribes follow, gathering 
together their rolls, etc. 

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King (alone). O woe of kings! since time 
began — the same! No trust, no faith, no 
honor! What care these for the state — for me? 
Nothing. My will supreme, but who to ex- 
ecute that will? No man in Persia. Absolute, 
impotent. I could lay all aside to be a man. 
Yet, how a man? That were impossible, be- 
ing a god. I must seek godlikeness — must be 

the god. But ah, gods have the power 

we sigh for, being men. I am not even 

loved. Feared, yea, by all. I'll draw around 
the royal mantle lest disclosing nakedness they 
stab. A scimitar hangs in the shadow of this 
throne — some day a hand will draw and thrust. 

Could I but touch one soul — true, pure! 

I've thought of 

Haman Mordecai — there seems some vir- 
tue; is it seeming? I have raised them both 
until they stand upon the first steps of the 
throne — there let them grapple for the next. 

The king will bide his time 'twere 

worth it. Vashti! false, false, false, 

feigning love, respect, docility, spurns the 
sceptre and she falls. Did she not know the 
penalty? Yea, and knowing, did it. Stifled in 
caress of gems, with every gift my passion could 
conceive and lavish. Her soul is dead. She 
loves naught but herself and cannot guess at 
aught but sham and ghastly feints of joy. She 
never feels. She's cursed too by ambition. 

Ah, curse of curses — deadliest — my 

grandsire's curse — my father's. What can 
keep from fury, one so tracked, so haunted ! 
I've dragged my realm to Athens, and brought 
thence (laughs) a taste of blood — and of phil- 
osophy. My blood that once so gen- 
erous gave me courage, ah, the 

test of courage — here to stand as first of kings 
— 'tis cooler every hour and hardly gives this 
hand the force to grasp a bauble -sceptre — 
'tis mockery! But dares a hand to lift 

against the toy. I'll show that will can 

conquer blood. (Haman enters.) Hail Ha- 
man! thou art welcome. 



Gloria Victis. 

Haman, O King, live forever! The splen- 
dor of thy presence dazzles me, so little wonted 
to such radiance. 

King (waving him to a seat near his own). 
Yea, custom doeth much and habits us to 
things we had not dreamed of. I trust you 
bring some light, for light he stands in need of, 

Haman. O King, who, who can hope to add 
to lustre such as thine? 

King (frowning). I speak not of my needs 
but of my subjects who are first, in minds of 
righteous kings. 

Haman. Yea, truly, thus we pay to thee, 
King, the true acknowledgment we owe to 
virtue. 

King. Hast thou any news of aught that 
doth concern the realm? 

Haman. Yea, if I may speak, there is a mat- 
ter serious which doth pertain unto thy gran- 
deur. 

King, Speak, Haman, 

Haman. Thou knowest, O King, that I, a 
foreigner and not of Persian blood, would 
brook no slight to strangers, were it not that 
first within my breast is love for Persia. 

King. I hear thee. 

Haman. First then, my love of thee, of Per- 
sia, gives desire to speak — for this I take it I 
am given a place beside that throne — the 
greatest upon earth. (King waving him to 
proceed.) My care for all that doth make 
Persia great, hath prompted me to send, the 
king remembers at his will, ambassadors who 
were to learn the state of Persia's provinces, 
and thither they have brought this word. 

King. Ah, what word brought they? 

Haman. King, thy mighty race so clem- 
ent and so just, has ever given to exiles more 
than due, and they abuse this gift, A people 
came to dwell among us and they bring strange 
customs, rites, and practices. They will not, 
so say these witnesses, conform to ours. They 
have strange maxims, dreams of sovereignty, 

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and scorn the sacred statutes of the King. 
They feed upon our hills and fields, enrich 
themselves in Persian commerce, to give ex- 
change in traitor's deeds, and spread their evil 
thoughts among the people. 

King (growing more and more sullen). Art 
thou then sure of this? Who are thy witness- 
es? 

Haman. Dalphon, Adalia, Aspatha, know 
of this. 

King. Dalphon, Adalia, Aspatha, — princes 
all! They know of this? 

Haman, Yea, O King! 

King (rising). But thine the valor to dis- 
close it. Here's my ring (handing Haman a 
ring) and Haman, thou art thanked. I double 
both thy power and wealth. (Aside, and 
aroused to fury.) The hour has come to be a 
god and I'll repay as they do. They wished to 
take my life, these reptiles. I scoffed at that, 
but they would crawl within my shadow: roy- 
alty; no— no— that's more illusive. There 
shall be tears in Persia; howling cries for mer- 
cy none will hear. I feel the tiger instincts of 
my ancestors clutch at me here (places hand 
on his throat). (Hoarsely.) They built their 
throne on blood. I'll wash in it; it needs per- 
chance be cleansed, lest he who sits thereon be 
soiled with cowardice. (Aloud to Haman.) 

Saidst thou their name? It matters not. 

I'll soon erase that name though it be the proud- 
est of the earth. Go before me to the banquet 
hall and we will feast together. We'll drink 
this wine as pledge of redder vintage. (Exit 
Haman.) So, so, ye gods, who will not hear 
my cries, I'll give your ears a sound they'll 
ring with. (Sinks on a couch exhausted. He 
arouses himself, then gently turning to the in- 
ner room, he speaks.) Ah, here tonight they 
bring the Jewish maid, my Queen! 
SCENE V.— A private apartment of the king. 

Open windows show a moonlit sky. Room 

lighted by the stars, moon, and dim tapers. 

King alone upon his couch. 

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Gloria Victis. 

King. Ah, could there be but love and pow- 
er, not power alone! Oft in my dreams — a boy 
— I saw beside me one both beautiful and good, 
whose loveliness was as a garment hiding fair- 
est form — a soul more glorious. I cannot think 
it all a dream. (Goes to the window.) I wait 
and watch for that sweet comradeship — that 
something which in life makes life complete. 
Ah, lonely life of kings — alone, we live and die, 
and hew our tombs and lie alone in mountain 
sides, as cold as life is without love. 
These myriad stars look down on myriads, 
some carrying loads fit only for a beast — some 
left without a single joy — some hiding daggers 
in their hearts — some death, or famine preys 
upon — but they, the meanest, may dwell to- 
gether, share their grief or joy; but we must 

nob. The gods, deaf, blind, thus give 

their gifts where gifts are needed not, and give 
not where they're needed, (Listens.) Hark, 
they come — 'tis she, 'tis Esther. I hear the 
Chorus ; they would bring her hither, 

(King stands listening. Chorus chants 
the CXXI Psalm, 

King. Those words again — their Jewish 
God. 

(Esther enters, preceded by torch-bearers, 
and chamberlains, who place their lights and re- 
tire. Esther stands alone with hands crossed, 
head bowed; then slowly she lifts her head and 
gazes long at the King and gently moves to- 
wards him. 

King (gazing in bewildered joy at Esther). 
'Tis she, 'tis she! O, God! 'tis she of whom 
I've dreamed. (Draws back, half afraid, as at 
a vision.) She seems a goddess — is she wo- 
man? Yea, and sweet and pure and good. 
(Retires farther from her, while Esther awaits 
his mood.) 

Esther (after a long pause). What wills 
the King? 

King. What will I? (Aside.) 'Tis her 



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voice. (Aloud.) I will that thou be blest. 
(He bows his head in his hands.) 

Esther (half troubled, goes towards him, 
then stops confused). O King, I come to bring 
thee joy, not pain. 

King. And such you do sweet, Esther— joy! 
ah, joy I have not felt 'til now; and thou, dost 
thou feel joy? 

Esther (hesitates, then softly says) Yea, 
O King. 

King. Ah, fear me not, beloved one, for 
thou art, thou shalt be queen, queen o'er my 
realm — my conqueror. I, too, would kneel to 
thee, (kneels to her) for said he not 'twere 
good to yield our homage each to each? (Es- 
ther draws back, ) Esther, love, but let me 
touch thy garment's hem, but kiss thy feet. 
Nay, tremble not, sweet dove. 

Esther. See, Sire, thy noble state doth not 
permit abasement; let me kneel to thee — I am 
thy handmaid. (Kneels to him — are clasped 
in each other's arms.) 

King. Yea, for both are one. 

Esther. Sweet lord, my life is thine to 
make thee blest. 

King. Queen Esther, I am thine to make 
thee great, beloved; 'tis all said within that 
word, for she whom love hath crowned is great 
and blest. (Draws her to window.) Come, sit 
we here, and listen to the nightingales who 
sing of love, and look upon the stars. Doth 
it not seem as if those fires did warm and glow 
upon us from afar in benediction, Esther? 

Esther. Yea, it seemeth so. 

( Chorus is heard in the distance chanting 
part of Psalms XIX.) 

The heavens declare the glory of God; and 
the firmament sheweth his handywork. 

Day unto day uttereth speech, and night un- 
to night sheweth knowledge. 

King. What say they, Esther? 

Esther. They do speak of God. 

King. Then is He near? 

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Esther. Yea, He is near us when we wake, 
or sleep. 

King. Then— then why need we fear? we, 
too, may sleep. 



ACT THIRD. 

SCENE I.— Street of the city near the King's 
gate. Guards, citizens passing. Mordecai, 
in sackcloth, haggard and restless, stands 
apart moving his hands in agony. — 

Mordecai. Nay, nay, it cannot be. I will 
not think it so, or I'll go mad. Yet 'tis so — for 
he allowed the price of blood — thy blood, O 

race of God ! Have we borne all for 

this? It cannot be. Thou hast not count- 
ed so our evil deeds, that we should thus be 
punished. Thy shadow, pierced with thunder, 
is more kind than human smile. (Sits upon a 
stone and thinks aloud the history of the Jews.) 
In ages long agone Thou didst choose us, dread 
Elohim — our sires and grandsires gave lives 
and goods to Thee, and Abraham, Isaac, Jacob, 
each received Thy promises. Thine angels 
talked with them as man to man. Thou didst 
cherish them upon the plains and draw them on 
through Nature's prodigies, and wolfish wiles 
of kings, 'til they possessed their heritage, O 
glorious land! for Thou didst then appear upon 
her altars. They — Thy people — brought the 
beaten work, the shittim wood, the vessels of 
pure gold, the linen, scarlet, blue, and left 
within Thy walls a priceless imagery. A throne 
Thou placedst there, eternal, fixed — and he did 
sit thereon, Thy man, beloved of Thee — King 
David — he and Solomon, the wisest among 

kings and then ah, let me not behold 

what follows the years between that hour 

and this— bring tears, the bitterest, Jew can 
shed. (Bows his head and groans.) 

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(A procession passes, Hainan and suite go- 
ing to audience of the king, then 
Princes, and last, a band of Jewish 
suppliants going to ask favors 
of Ahasuerus, pass, chanting 
a Psalm.) 

Same. Yea, holy strains our fathers wrote, 
and sang and loved — they tell of what 

shall be. Thou still art power and might 

and love, and shalt be. Israel, once so cursed, 
shall rise, the vision saith, in grandeur yet un- 
known, unguessed. There shall be days 

Immanuel our race is God's. (Rousing 

himself.) I see in one and only one our hope. 

'Tis Esther, but a child, my child. Ah, 

God ! I felt it. She must break this flood of hate 
with her poor fragile hands. She, yield- 
ing, sweet and tender— must be won by force 
of stronger will to dare for all her people. I 
cannot go to her, and will my word be burning 
with my purpose? There's Hatach — may- 
hap he's sent of God. 

SCENE II. — (Hatach passes quickly by the 
guards and goes up to Mordecai.) Approach, 
my son. 

Hatach. Ah, father, I've come to share thy 
grief and comfort thee, or mix my tears with 
thine. 

Mordecai. No comfort seek I, son, but one 
to act. When I have told thee all and thou 
hast done thy part, then mayest thou weep. 
As deep an ill as ever threatened Israel, doth 
promise now to deaden tears. 

Hatach. 111? but surely father 'tis thy holy 
zeal, o'erwrought by prayers and fasts, causes 
these fears. 

Mordecai. Listen then. (Whispers to 
Hatach the plot of Haman and shows him a 
parchment as proof.) 

Hatach (prostrated). Woe! horror! Ah, 
'twere hopeless quite to struggle in their grasp! 
— Despair! — There's nothing else! 

Mordecai. Let my years teach thee. Oft 

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we touch on hope's clear radiance, when de- 
spair's chill twilight fills the mind: then God's 
voice says, "Let there be light," and light doth 
come. But now I prayed for one— thou'rt he. 
Go thou to Esther — carry all these news — plead 
the cause of Israel — tell her I send thee. I 
command, entreat, that she bring these intents 
unto the king. That thou mayst give her cour- 
age, being weak, be thou courageous, earnest, 
firm, not over harsh, for she's not used to 
harshness. 

Hatach. I go, but how shall I have audience? 

Mordecai. Take this my ring, ring Ahas- 
uerus gave, 'twill open every door. Be gone, 
and peace be with thee, I'll await thee here. 

Hatach. Good father, I am gone. 

[Exit Hatach. 
SCENE III.— Private room of Queen Esther, 

furnished in delicate colors. The two girls 

are seated talking, Judith at Esther's feet. 

Judith. Then seems he tall, and grand, and 
walks he so? (rises and mimics a majestic car- 
riage) and does he wear his crown? _ 

Esther (laughing). Ah, Judith, thou art 
full of drollery, and giv'st me joy amid this 
staieliness, as bird in glowing branch of wood. 
Nay, nay, he's but a man, and doth but wear 
his crown that he may awe those less than he ; 
(blushes) ho is but man to me, so wise and 
good and gentle. 

Judith. Gentle! Ah, mistress, mistress, 
here I see thy arts ; thou winnest all, and this 
mighty king doth lay aside his state for thee. 

Esther (dreamily). Yea, Judith. 

Judith. Nay, tell me how he speaks, and 
what his mien, and is he sad or gay? 

Esther, He doth say all kind things, my 
Judith, from the heart, and such as we and all 
would like to hear, and he is gay — but then a 
mood more stern and sad doth come— and I half 
fear the king may show himself. I hear his 
mighty heart throbbing in pulses most like 

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pain — I tremble. Believe me, kings, they too 
have griefs, both deep and wild, we simple girls 
can never feel, or guess at. (In revery.) I 
would, I would, I knew his thoughts; 'tis 
strange to love and not to know, and yet I 
think we cannot love in ignorance. 

Judith. Ah, sweet, thou hast lost all thy 
heart 'tis plain, nor left a little spot for us thy 
kin — thine own. I hate thy king, this tyrant. 
(Weeps.) 

Esther (laying her hand on Judith's head). 
Nay, Judith, hate him not, bacause I love him; 
so 'tis, girl, so must be ever. Thy king will 
some day come and he will leave thee little 
room within that loyal heart for me. Yet still 
I count not so. "lis love, the one sweet love 
of man for maid, and maid for man, which 
opens all the heart and lets in floods of love, 
until there's place for all but hate — ah, baleful 
word — (makes a gesture as if putting it from 
her) more baleful thing! We, sheltered here, 
two birds so soft and warm, beneath sweet 
brooding love, what may we fear? Nay, Ju- 
dith, leave no place for foolish sense of wrong. 
Go, bring thy lute and sing to me. 

Judith (kissing Esther's hands). Forgive 
me, queen and friend. I love thee so I half 
forgot that he can love thee more, so claim 
more love from thee. Thou art so dear, I lay 
my love before thy feet. I will no king, but 
thee, my queen. 

Esther. Dear heart, thou wast forgiven be- 
fore 'twas asked; my sister art thou, none so 
dear and true. So dear and true a place hast 
thou within my heart, thou need'st not ask an- 
other. Go, get thy lute and sing a song of love, 
low, tender. 

Judith (brings her lute, looks up archly and 
sings). 

SONG OF RUTH. 

"Entreat me not to leave thee, or to return 
from following after thee: for whither thou 

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goest, I will go; and where thou lodgest, I will 
lodge: thy people shall be my people, and thy 
God my God: 

Where thou diest, will I die, and there will I 
be buried : the Lord do so to me, and more al- 
so, if aught but death part thee and me." 

(Esther leans on her hand in revery. A 
knock. Judith springs to the door. 
Esther assumes half reluctant- 
ly a pose of dignity.) 

Esther. Who can arrive unlooked for? 
Perchance they come to fetch me to the king. 
SCENE IV.— Hatach enters, abstracted, anx- 
ious ; both girls approach him without ceremony. 

Esther (aside). Ah, almost in my joy an- 
other's grief 's forgotten. (Aloud.) Surely 'tis 
Mordecai doth send thee hither? (Hatach, still 
silent, sighs, groans; girls, half afraid, draw 
him to a seat.) 

Judith. Nay, speak, good Hatach. 

Esther. So it's my father's grief that trou- 
bles thee? Thou must speak; thy queen 
commands thee. 

Hatach. Yea, Queen, and 'twill require a 
queenly act. (In distress half rises.) (Aside. ) 
Nay, nay, 'twill crush them both, (rou- es him- 
self) but speak I must. (Sadly, slowly, com- 
mences his recital, while the women are each 
moment more excited. Esther grows pale and 
grasps the couch upon which she is seated.) 
Shall I relate such horrors as will cause thy 
heart to break, sweet Esther? 

Esther (turning frightened towards him). 
What! the king? Nay, not the king? 

Hatach. Nay, nothing of the king; yet all 
of him, — but hear me. 

Esther (more calmly). Speak, speak, dear 
Hatach, whate'er thy news I've heart to listen. 

Hatach. Hast seen the courtier, Haman? 
Yea, I see thou hast, that dark-browed man, 
who dares, I doubt not, e'en to lower on thee 
his looks of hate. 

Esther. Hate ! what have I done? 

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Hatach. Thou hast done naught, but shalt 
do ; learn the part thou hast to play— no doll's 
part, but a man's, a monarch's. I must be 
brief; thine uncle waits my answer. This Ha- 
inan and a score of rascals like to him have 
planned (hesitates) a wholesale massacre of all 
thy race, within the bounds of Persia, thy — 

Esther. Stay, stay, I cannot hear thee 
more; it drowns my sense. (Half swoons in 
Judith's arms. Slowly reviving, Judith gives 
her a goblet of wine.) 

Hatach (aside). I've been too harsh; indeed 
I've taken half that strength she'll later need. 
(Aloud.) Sweet Esther, be thou calm; thou 
needst to be, for we, thy people, fast and 
pray and hope for mercy where alone 'tis 
found. We trust to thee, beloved of the king, 
to ask of him protection and redress. 

Esther. But surely he knows not of this 
thing. (Aside.) 'Twill break my heart. 

Hatach, That I know not. Thou must use 
thy woman's tact. 

Esther (rises, trembling). I, but now a 
bride, to enter where he sits in state august, to 
plead against this mighty coalition, use my lit- 
tle love, but just attained, and lose it all. Nay, 
tell my uncle he doth ask too much of Esther; 
(aside) but said I not to God, and him, I 
would obey? (aloud) She's far, ah, far too weak 
for such proud show of power. 

Hatach, (rising iudignant) "lis thus thou 
lov'st thy people and thy God.— (Lifting his 
hands in imprecation) Ah, heathen halb! once 
foot set here, the soul is drowned in shame! 
(Esther swoons.) 

Judith. Go, shame, O Hatach! My love of 
her cries out against thee; man, thou seest not 
her soul. She'd die for Zion; but 'tis strength 
she needs, not threats, abuse. (Arouses Esther.) 
Esther, (slowly, half sobbing) Go, Hatach, 
tell my father, he doth ask my life, (and why not 
life, were love away) for who, uncalled, comes 

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unto the king, within the inner court, he dies. 
Thou knowest this. 

Hatach. Then, O Queen, then, Esther, woe 

to us. What hope is there who'll dare to 

ask this sacrifice? I go to Mordecai; 'tis now 
for him alone to save us. [Exit Hatach. 

(Judith gazes sadly after him as he goes out; 
Esther bows her head in sobs.) 

Judith. Nay, Esther, our Hatach doth do 
thee wrong. Weep not for what is said; what 

is to be, that, that must fill our hearts. 

This king is but a man; thou saidst it just be- 
fore this awful news had robbed us of our 
heart and brain. I tell thee, sweet, he would 
not break thy heart, nor take thy life. Go in 
to him, O Queen, and as a queen, look love and 
truth into his soul and fear him not. 

Esther. Ah, girl, thou know'st not. 

Were it my life alone, (shudders) that were 
given; but fruitlessly, yea fruitlessly to face 
one loved, and ask a boon he cannot give, and 
will not grant — then five, nay die forever after! 

Nay, Judith, sweet, but leave me here — I 

must face alone this deed — 'tis not for thee, a 
girl and not a queen. [Exit Judith. 

SCENE V— Esther alone. 

Esther. A queen, (bitterly) a queen! why 
set me here — I did not ask it — and now thrust 

me down to death, or Nay, nay, for 

one brief hour I did not lift my eyes so high, 
dreamt not of crowns — I only loved the fields 

and freedom; — this joy, this joy of 

love, so full it sweeps all being into rhythm, 

why give, to take away? what woman's 

heart can bear it! May it not be a night- 
mare conjured by my foster-father's fasts and 

vigils? (shrieks) Nay 'tis true, (covers 

her head in terror, then rises, wildly walks 

the room.) I cannot have it true, my 

kindred tortured, butchered ! — how live 

then? (Sinks exhausted upon a couch.) 

Same. Yea, I see the way; 'tis sacrifice 
alone God asks, sacrifice? Obedience ! 

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Obedience I give we strive and cry — 

would change the course of stars and fight that 

will — a law throughout His universe. Ah! 

God, forgive, forgive thy child teach me 

that will. This man I love, he too is but a 

child forget the king, the willful, impious 

king, and pardon him, for what he knows 
and does — for what he does and knows not. 
(Prays,) (Judith re-enters, beckons Hatach 
who follows.) 

Judith. (Softly) Esther! 

Esther. (Slowly) Is it thou, and has the 
moment come so soon? (Arises, then with maj- 
esty addresses them) Go, Hatach, go thou to 

Mordecai, tell him I will obey God's will 

and his. I go, (hesitates) unto the king, 

and if I perish, then I perish. 

[Exit Hatach, bowing low. 
(Judith falls weeping upon a couch.) 

Esther. (Erect, rapt in holy ecstasy, listen- 
ing to the Chorus heard faintly from a distance 
—Psalm CXXXVII.) Yea, He alone doth con- 
quer — and He will. 

J* 

ACT FOURTH. 

SCENE I.— Palace at Shushan. Audience 
chamber of the king; lofty hall with pillars. 
King paces the hall, takes a roll from his tu- 
nic and reads. 
King. "Be wise therefore, O ye kings, be 

instructed, ye judges of the earth." Ah! 

Who shall teach us wisdom, set so far above all 
others? 'Twas Solomon alone who gave us 
this example. As a child, well I remember 
there were tales of him, my father told, of wis- 
dom, hardly common unto men, or kings. 

(Sits musing and turns towards the throne.) — 
— A throne where lions crouch to leap, devour. 
What can you know of wisdom, meekness? the 
gentlest among creatures born, the lamb, sym- 
bolic of that virtue — 'tis written here (touches 
roll) again, again. I find men are as wolves 

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and treat them so; they'd feed on me; my 
teeth hold tightest, so they perish. I am left 

to loathe myself. Could we so rule, so let 

men feel our sway, but as caress, not wound! 
Could it awake in them such thoughts as start 
to life in me, when she is there, and gives me 
all desires of good, in one : to live and die for 

her! O gloomy walls of tyrants, my will 

that would arise in holy, happy deeds, breaks 
here against unfeeling stone. I hear about me 
whispers: — "Know no law but tyranny, hold 
hard, strike close, — repent not, nor forgive. — 

'Tis treachery you're paid with, give 

them treachery. From Scripture unto 

deed, how long a step! (Mounts the throne.) 
He who stands here, leaves mercy at his feet. 
SCENE II. — (Enter Herald and nobles, press- 
ing close to the throne according to rank, 
Haman first. Princes demur.) 

King. Nay, let there be no strife for prece- 
dence. The king sets men where they're to 
stand and none shall overstep, and live. 'Tis 
Hainan's place. (Princes fall back.) 'Tis surely 
little due to Persian princes, he, the king, is 
seated here (murmurs). Yea, from him, 
(points to Haman) an Agagite, he is left to 
learn of those who set their wills against his 
majesty. (Murmurs of surprise.) 

Memucan. O King, live forever! We stand 
here confounded, but we claim the right to lift 
our voice in praise, that Persia so is served, 

e'en by a stranger (lowers at Haman); 

but might we know the price of honors so be- 
stowed? 

King, Nay, price and service are the king's 

to speak of at his leisure. Thine to see, a 

chance as flagrant is as nobly seized another 
time. Thou'rt quicker far to pluck anoth- 
er down, than guard one placed above thee, 
Memucan. I charge thee smooth thy brows, 

or thou'lt have cause to frown. 

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for vigilance, that's wanting to these others. 
'Tis not enongh to bask in rays divine, when 
shadow, small as smallest hand, crosses those 
rays. Your service first is finest flattery, with- 
out which, flattery, like a costly dress, con- 
ceals a shrunken form. But he will speak, 

the thing commands his pleasure. It is this: 
a people, exiles, starving subjects of his boun- 
ty, bring to provinces remote, their rites, their 
laws, and teach, with force of impotence, 
ingratitude, and scorning of out laws and stat- 
utes to others, and profane those sacred 
acts, the pillars of our realm, which alter not, 
nor shall be altered. What say you all, should 
such things be in Persia and your king be ig- 
norant? 
All. Nay! 

King. Then 'tis his will that they be pun- 
ished. 
All. Thy will, O King, is just. 
King. Yea, ye say well. He hath decreed 
and Haman hath his ring, as guerdon for his act 
and of that will the proof. They all shall die. 
All. They all shall die. 
(Esther stands at the door. At these words 
she falls, half-swooning, into the arms of two 
women attendants.) 

Meres. Might we but know, O King, the 
name of traitors such as these? 

King. (Seeing Esther, starts.) Ah! (All 
turn towards the queen who stands, white and 
trembling, gazing at Ahasuerus.) (Aside.) 
What brings her here against our law and at 
this thought of death? I fear me it is ill. 
(Esther swoons again.) She seeks for some 
one. 

Haman. (Pale as death.) (Aside.) Ah, she 
has come to tell it to the king, we are betrayed ! 
(Esther discovers Haman, clutches at her 
mantle, staggers, then arouses herself, smiles.) 
King (extending the golden sceptre towards 
her) Queen Esther, approach the throne. 
(Esther, with a low cry of gratitude, pros- 

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trates herself before the king, who whispers, 
lifting her). My love, forget not thou art queen, 

these are thy subjects. (Aloud.) Why 

hast thus honored Ahasuerus and his court, O 
Queen? (All make obeisance, Ham an lowest 
of all.) 

King. (Holding Esther's hand). Speak, 
withhold not thy request, were't half the king- 
dom, it is thine. 

(Esther raises her head timidly, gazes upon 
him, gradually gains assurance, looks upon the 
court. ) 

Esther. If it seem good unto the king, then 
let him come, with Haman, to a banquet I've 
prepared for them within the court of women. 

(Haman falls at Queen Esther's feet and 
kisses the hem of her robe. She starts back). 

King. So shall it be, O Esther; thy gracious 
thought shall be our pleasure, and Haman thus 
receives the first reward of courtiers, the 
favor of his queen. The king returns thee 
thanks, and he himself conducts thee to thy 
women. (Nobles make a double line through 
which KmG and Esther pass — all bowing low 
before them at the door the king turns and 
addresses Esther aside). My life, farewell! 
(Exit Esther and women). 

King (aside). My life! and on my lips 
was death! Strange, man's dual power of 
utterance even unto these — life, death! — — 
— She, and only such as she bring life. We 
half-souled men, disputed both by evil and by 

good, we only can give death (fiercely). 

Then let us use that power, 'tis all we have. 
(Walks back slowly and reniounts the throne). 

King (aside). But why so pale? I must not 
have it so. (Aloud). Nobles, O great of 
Persia, hear him speak. The king's will is the 
land's ; his the power to grant a generous thing, 
that thing abused, to ask for expiation. 'Twere 
his the will to rule in equity, and all may 
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laws, but he who slighteth either must repay 
temerity, with life. These men, their families 
shall be destroyed. 

All. O King, live forever! 

King. Ye may retire, a feast awaits you in 
the banquet hall. Hainan accompanies the 
King. We go to drink of wine Queen Esther 
pours. (All retire after the king and Haman). 
SCENE III,— Street before the Palace. Hat- 

ach and Mordecai talking. Guards and citi- 
zens passing. 

Hatach. Yea, she hath gone and we may 
hope to hear the humor of the king. 

Mordecai. Our God did strengthen her, for 
most to meekness in obedience He gives. But 
we shall fast and pray and bear her spirit up, 
where He, who gives to weakness, dwells. 

Hatach. 'Twere well, I were not seen to 
linger longer, so, father, fare thee well. I go 
to pray and fast. 

Mordecai. Peace be to thee, — but 

Haman comes and his low retinue; a subtle 
cur, whose ill-bred nature thinks to win ap- 
plause with outward grandeur. I pay to him 
no shamming deference, (Haman returning 
from feasting with the King and Esther, accom- 
panied by nobles, servants, etc., passes and 
mockingly addresses Mordecai). 

Haman. Hail, Mordecai! We bid thee hail! 
Why put on garb of woe when all is joy in 
Persia? 

Mordecai. Each heart's a realm, ruled by 
joy and grief. No man invades that realm, be 
he a conqueror? 

Haman. But he who lives in conquerors' 
smiles may surely have no cause to hold this 
realm, as 'twere a time of siege. 

Mordecai. The noblest heart lays not 
bare defence to smiles, or tears, or words. An 
exile knows not peace, nor war, nor friends, 
nor foes ; for all are foes to him, who worship not 
his God, nor love his land. 

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Haman. 'Twere vain attempt to draw us to 
that God, that land with sackcloth and with 
tears. We deck our gods in gifts more joyous, 
and deem them better pleased with somewhat 
happier rites than these. 

Mordecai (indignant). Why stand we here 
profaning what no mortal lips should speak, 
but humbly. If thou wouldst treble my despair, 
speak thus of God. 

Adalia. (Others half laughing). Nay, Mor- 
decai, we asked but so to learn, be not wroth, 
nor think we mock thy grief. We'll go and 
leave thee pain's sure solace — solitude. 
(Exit Haman and suite). 

Mordecai (looking after them with haughty, 
sorrowing eyes). 'Tis well! ye know not God, 
for did ye, then would tears more salt than 
these that wear my cheeks, blind eyes unused 
to tears, and death itself and hell would seem 
relief, to hell within. Go, dogs, a kennel not a 
palace is your home. 

(Exit Mordecai). 

SCENE IV.— House of Haman. (Wife of Ha- 
man seated at her embroidery, rises from 
time to time to look out of the window). 

Zeresh. He conies not yet, 'tis late 

— I feel some sense of gloom; — — — 

I waken in a fright, at which he laughs, 

'Tis surely dread well founded. This 

conspiracy? (shudders) Nay, not them, vile 
remnant of an impious race, but Mordecai 'tis 
him I fear, and Esther; she's too fair, she'll 
hold a sceptre o'er the king. — — — — 
(Wrings her hands). Did he know, ye gods, 
he'd crush us as he'd crush a toad! I know 

him and his blood — merciless — merciless 

— Ah, hate and vanity, — — hate born of 
vanity! Why raised so high should Haman 
not be satisfied, nor seek to wreck his spite on 
these accursed Jews — her race! (Listens- 
hears sounds of gay music, rushes to the door 
and opens to Haman and his retinue). 

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Haman. Welcome, friends, this is the home 
of each. 

(Servants bring in lights, guests dispose 
themselves on couches — refreshments are 
brought) . 

Haman (aside). What, wife! but half glad! 
and see I trace of tears, this day of all our 
lives the greatest — and the best? We come 
from audience of the king, where I before the 
court am placed the first in Persia, lord o'er 
princes — next the king himself. 

Zeresh. Ah, joy! I feared some ill, nor 
thought of this. 

Haman. What, woman, ill to me! This is 
but half. Queen Esther makes but for us two, 
myself, the king, a banquet. No man but me; 
what thinkst thou, Zeresh? I've riches, honor, 
children, thee. What can I more? (sullenly). — 
Yea, this I will have, obedience from thisMor- 
decai. 

Zeresh. Nay, think not thoughts of ven- 
geance, when all should make thee glad. 

— Come, our guests are waiting — 'tis not right 
we stand apart. 

Adalia. I drink to thee, O Haman, first in 
favor of the king! (Dalphon, Aspatha, others) 
We drink to thee! (Haman bows). 

Dalphon. Thou hast reached at last the 
height of glory man can come to, who's not 
born a king, but have a care — the gods we know 
are jealous. (Laughs). 

Zeresh (putting out her hands imploringly). 
Nay, nay! 

Aspatha. I cast no shadow on the joy of 
friends. Haman has riches equal to his rank. 
He who has gold, has all. They say 'twill e'en 
lay ghosts. (Laughs). 

Zeresh (shudders). Ghosts! 

Aspatha. I've lived for gold, but gold comes 
not my way, unless this venture brings it. 

Zeresh. Ah! speak not more of gold, nor 
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Dalphon. 'Tis awful, true, when men play 
dice and throw — upon the board poor human 
lives; but then 'tis done each day, in war, in 
trade, in statecraft. He who throws not stakes 
as high, may lose the same and life besides. 
(All drink). 

Aspatha. Here's to success and stakes. 
(Hainan still sullen, apart). 

Dalphon. What broodest thou, O Haman? 

Haman. I think of Mcrdecai. (All draw 
near Haman). 

Aspatha. Yea, and we will give thy thoughts 
an utterance: he must die. 

Zeresh. Ah! 

Haman. He must obey me— yield to me 
obedience. 

Dalphon. That he will not do. Thou 
know'st it well, and more, he likes thee not, 
and is e'en now, I doubt it not, plotting thy 
downfall. 

Zeresh. O gods protect us ! 

Haman. Woman, hush; I can forestall the 
gods, act for them. 

Zeresh. If he must die, let it be soon; 
this fear will take my life. 

Haman. Fear! what can we fear, who have 
for friend a king? 

Dalphon. Ah, Haman! Haman! thou art 
new to ways of court, and know'st not yet the 
length of kingly friendships. When a king 
has been a friend, beware. 

Zeresh. Yea, let him die. (All, but Haman), 
Let him die. 

Haman. So be it, and hang upon a gallows; 
that neck shall bend, if not before a greater, 
then in shame. 

Dalphon. But duties now of state call us 
from thee. 

Aspatha. Farewell; we thank thee for this 
courtesy. (Exit all). 

Zeresh. They're gone. — — I hate their 
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than words. They pay their debt to hospitality, 
with prophecies of evil. 

Ham an. Go, leave me woman, I would trust 
to no advice but silence, to devise a method 
for this deed. (Exit Zeresh). 

SCENE V. — Same. Haman alone. 

Haman. She doth not give me strength, but 
vexes me with restlessness ; a child hath more 

of courage. (Sits moodily in a revery). 

— Did I fear? (starts), yea, did I not, 

when today Queen Esther came? Her words 
were fair, but her face had somewhat too much 

pallor, was it dread of him, or me, or 

both, and doth she know our secret? Then! 

but no she cannot guess 'tis 

foolish questioning. — — — This 

is what I grasped at, tricked, and lied, and sold 
my soul for, this is grandeur, to faint at woman's 

smiles and shudder at her tears ! 

I hate her, too, poor weakling, with pallid face, 
quivering like a babe's. She rules the king, 
'tis maddening and 'tis true. He'd scorn all 
leading, but a slip, a girl, can turn him with a 

finger! If but the plot succeed, she 

too — (starts again). My speech must be less 
eloquent, ears may be pleased to listen, and re- 
tain, and if to royal ears the thing should 
come, his Jewess might indulge in whim of 

girlish laughter. Fool! fool! to push 

toward actions, half matured. 'Tis haste that 
ruins rogues, and only virtue waits until de- 
crees of heaven work out effects on earth. Ah, 
justice, it can wait! but he who would by evil 
means attain to power, complete his purposes, 
Time is his chance, and he rashly takes an hour, 
while good men trust Eternity. (Starting up). 
The stars shall speak. A shadow crosses my 

design. 'Tis not assuring. Again 

I see it! away! 'Tis there! Cannot one cheat 
the stars. 

(Servant enters, Haman starts), 

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Haman. Again this puerile fear. Why coms't 
thou? 

Servant. My mistress bids me warn thee, 
it is late ; what you've to do must straight be 
done. 

Haman (aside). Prudent! While I sit moping 
here, the gallows;must be placed— (aloud), 'tis 
right, I come. (Exit Haman, followed by 
servant. 

ACT FIFTH, 

SCENE I— Bedroom of King Ahasuerus, fur- 
nished in profuse oriental luxury, hangings 
laden with gold, silver, and gems are parted 
to show a balcony, the starlit night, wide plains, 
and mountains in the distance. The king is 
seated on a couch. 

King. I cannot rest; 'tis this fair eve per- 
chance, the jealous splendor of the day, sup- 
planted by our peerless Persian night, 

(Goes to the balcony). Sing, sing, sweet birds, 
ye roses pale, exhale in breaths of ecstacy 
gardens of bloom, I stretch my soul to you, its 
wings are opening! I rise and pass beyond 
those gates, enwreathed in lilies, beyond the 
silent plain, where night caresses sleeping 
herds and bends its quiet breast on lakes and 
streams, and still beyond where Demavend 
shines as an opal set in turquoise, O mount of 
aspiration,forehead never bowed to mortal, held 
high to God, unsoiled by shame, I bow to thee; 
greet thou thy son! Tell him why life is weary 
and repose comes not. (Returns to his couch), 

Something doth here oppress me. Is it 

traitors' bloOd, the pallor of the queen, or that 
strange sense, the swaying of the curtain 
brings — that there behind, lurk destiny and 

doom? Memory and Hope, twin sisters 

are, brought in the arms of night and laid be- 
fore each door; we open, take one in, is it she, 
loved most because she gave us pain before, 

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inwrought within our nature, or the sister we 

have sought to win, dear Hope? (Goes 

again to his balcony). Stars of Persia's heaven, 
fires we worship, ye who waib upon our evil 
deeds and good, my soul is still with you. Ah 
glory, Nature brings to quench our tossing 
spirits ! Suns ! can ye not light my mind and 
drive its darkness thence. (King returns 
slowly to his couch, a scribe enters, bearing 
rolls, and a taper). 

King. Scribe, read me from thy chronicles, 
let's see if aught that's past, may brighten this 
dull mystery and questioning. 

Scribe. I open here, O King, to where 'tis 
writ that Mordecai — 

King. 'Tis writ that Mordecai! (musing) — 
— I had forgot the thing. 

Scribe that Mordecai, the Jew, did 

warn the king of Bigfchana and Teresh, cham- 
berlains, whose impious hands were set to spill 
the blood of heaven's son. 

King (aroused). Ah, Mordecai, and I'd 
forgotten thee! Ingratitude ne'er found in 
any king, but one in name alone. Call some one 
— speedily, let Hainan come. (Exit Scribe). 
The highest of the land shall bow before 

this Jew, who saved the king his life. 

Poor life, was't worth the saving? 

Yea, said I not — : "There's virtue?" His mien 
is good, and noble, but of late, he comes not 
oft to ccurt, likely 'tis this affront prevents 

him. She, my star, has outshone lesser 

stars, made me forget a friend. Forget a 
friend! No, no, who could, there being so few! 
(Re-enters Scribe). Read on. 

Scribe. Then came Mordecai, the Jew, and 
told how he had heard the plotting of two men 
and knowing voices, passed whence voices 
came, discovered Bigthana and Teresh; how 
the same determined soon, occasion offering to 
seize upon the person of the king, (O terror! ) 

and wound him to the death. — Thus, O 

King, 'tis writ. 

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King. Is mention there of any praise for 
such a deed, reward, or honor? 

Scribe. Nay, O King, I find it not. 

King. O shame! Dishonor! Why bring they 
not this Haman? 

SCENE II.— Knocks. Scribe opens to Her- 
ald and Haman, torch-bearers bring in lights. 

King. Come hither, Haman, hear a thing 
unheard of! A man hath kept from death a 
king, and he goes unrewarded! What shall 
be done to one, whom he in such a debt, de- 
sires to honor? 

Haman. O King, thou'rt not this king! Thou 
dost remember all, but evil. But if, to add to 
kingly gifts bestowed, more honor, is thy will, 
then might be brought the horse the king 
doth ride upon — and he who did this service 
placed thereon, in royal garments clad, be led 
in pomp throughout the city, and proclaimed 
the man, the king delighteth most to honor. 

King. Nobly planned and, Haman, 'twill be 
done.' Go, fetch the steed, which thou shalt 
lead, and place in royal robes upon the courser, 
Mordecai. 

Haman (^ drawing back, terrified ) . Mordecai ! 

King. Yea, Mordecai. Why startest thou? 
This Jew hath saved my life, I will that he be 
honored. 

Haman (aside). Then I am lost. (Aloud.) 
Yea, O King, I do thy will. 

King. Good Haman, go; be praised for this, 
as all thy loyal deeds. Thy queen shall add 
her praises soon; we go to meet her. Haste, 
begone. (Exit Haman, Herald, servant and 
torch -bearers). 

King (to Scribe). I now must rest and lay 
aside this weariness before the feast, leave me. 
(Exit Scribe). This tardy recompense doth fill 
me with remorse, yet joy is in my heart, aye, 
exultation, for I believe it was for love of me 
he did the thing, not for praise, nay, not for 
praise. (King enters his robing room). 



Gloria Victis. 

SCENE III.— Small banquet hall in the apart- 
ment of women, hung in crimson, opening 
upon a court, where, through pillarsj are seen 
flowers and fountains; music is heard from the 
concealed Chorus. The room is lighted bril- 
liantly with tapers. Esther and Judith walk 
arm in arm, superintending the arrangements 
of the feast. Esther is in regal dress, glittering 
with gems, upon her head a diadem. Maids 
move noiselessly about with flowers, fruits, 
etc. 

Esther. Is it well? Will't please his eye? 
Can aught be bettered for his comfort? See, 
Judith, am I fair? (Judith, very pale, gazes at 
her anxiously). 

Judith. Thank God this night, for thou art 
fair indeed. 

Esther, Ah, beauty, fragile weapon, when 
a nation's life is challenged ! Was it not the 
Grecian legend, that a woman's graces wrought 
the curse of Troy? 

(The Queen and Judith tremble as they 
watch the king approach). 

Esther. Go, Judith, go and pray, he comes. 

Judith, Be thou calm, and God be with 
thee! (Exit Judith). 

King. So, Esther, I have come to feast with 
thee. I am alone, that I might have the rarest 
first, — thy smile. (Esther lays her hand on his 
arm). 

Esther. Then thou dost love thy Esther? 

King. Love her! She is my life, its all, its 
sum. 

Esther. Then thou'lt not take it from her? 

King. I could not, since she and Love are 
one. 

Esther. Ah, I trust 'tis so, I will believe it. 

King. Nay, Esther, not so shalt thou speak: 
" I trust, believe." " I know " is all that I will 
hear. 

Esther (looking into his eyes). I know. 

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King (taking her to a seat). Then am I 
happy. I feared thou hadst some care. 'Twas 
only this poor timid heart, still guessing at the 
puzzle! Foolish Esther! Love is no puzzle. 
Once I knew it not, and thought it such; 
but now I know it needs but simplest heart to 
understand. Thine is a child's heart, Esther — 
and it soon will learn. 

Fsther. Yea, but I fear — the king — a little, 
not the man. 

King. Ah, Esther, there's no king for thee, 
thou art my sovereign, but unused to reign, 
thou takes t naught for granted, but shyly 
wieldst thy power — a power as boundless as 
my soul, and that is boundless as this dusky 
sphere, all set with eyes of love. 

Esther (archly). Then I will test my sub- 
ject, see if he doth hear me and obey. 

King (bends towards her, kissing her hand). 
See, I kiss the hand that wields the sceptre, 
but I fear it not, 'tis far too soft and warm. 

(Esther rises slowly, moves away), (Aside). 
Yet, little hand, thy grasp may save a people, 
(prays), hold Thou my hand! (firmly) — — 
must save a people! 

King. Why leav'st thou me? 

Esther (gaily). My subject doth rebel 
already? 

King. Nay, Esther, thou'rt not happy. I 
can read thy flower-like face. It droops. Is it 
hard to use the sceptre and to rule o'er one 
alone? (Draws her to him). Well, leave 
that to me ! Obeying is the easier part, believe 
me. But hither comes thy guest, another sub- 
ject. — ■*- Look, he feels thy power. 

SCENE IV.— Haman, pale, his eyes fixed on 
the queen, enters and makes a low obeisance. 
Esther watches him, shuddering; then, arousing 
herself, motions them both to the couches. 
Servants enter, bringing rare dishes, wines, 
confections, etc. King, Esther, and Haman 
converse in low tones. Esther is seen occa- 

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sionally to tremble violently. Wine is served. 

King. We drink to thee, Esther! 

Haman. O Queen, we drink to thee! 
(Esther rises, very pale). 

King. What is thy request, O Queen? 
The king cannot deny thee. Speak! 

Esther (gasping as she speaks, all but falls, 
recovers herself. Haman becomes livid). I 
ask my life. 

King (rising, amazed). What jest is this? 
Abuse not pcwer, O Esther! 

Esther. O King, if I've found favor here, 
(reaches out her hands imploringly) grant me 
my life, my people's life as well! 

King (aside). Has she gone mad? (Aloud). 
Esther, seem not so, but calm thyself (seizes 
her hands). My life and thine are one. 

(Haman, unnoticed by the king, has fallen 
at their feet). 

Same (aside). 'Tis sudden illness, she's 
estranged. (Aloud). Dear Esther, speak, thy 
king commands thee. 

Esther. We are sold, I and my people, both 

are sold to be destroyed, to die. Had we 

been sold for slaves, I should have held my 
peace, but sold for slaughter! 

King (wildly). Who dares but to conceive 
the thing? 

Esther. Hainan. 

(Hainan groans). 

King. Haman! 

Esther. Our enemy is Haman. 

King (stoops over Haman, controls himself 
and walks into the garden). 

Esther (alone with Haman). I'd pity thee, 
didst thou not deserve thy fate. 

Haman (raises his head, draws himself up- 
right, with defiant air). Hear, O Queen, thou 
too art pitiless as he. I have but served the 
state and him. 'Twas but sedition and sedi- 
tious men, not thee, I willed to perish. 

Esther. Nay, Haman, I'm but a girl, if 
queen; I know a lie. I see it in thy looks. I've 

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seen it there before. Thy wicked heart has 
played this part, but once too oft, and this time, 
one who suffers not evil to thrive eternally, 
hath stricken thee. 

Haman (falling at Esther's feet). O life! 
Give but my life, 'tis all I ask! 

(He crawls upon couch by Esther's side. 
Esther draws back. The king enters, seeing 
him there, utters a cry of rage). 

King. He dares! he dares to touch the 
queen ! ( Calls . ) Guards ! ( They rush in ) . Take 
him. He dies ! 

(Haman's head is covered; he is taken out). 

King (frenzied). Bring me Mordecai. 

Call in the court. What was done in secret, 
shall be blazoned in every hall in Persia. 

SCENE V.— The King sinks upon a couch. 
Esther stands apart, the court enters, and Mor- 
decai, with Jews. 

King. Let all men know there's done a 
thing this day in Shushan, shall be told, while 
ages last, for infamy: the deed and its requital. 
He sent one to his death, the first, but not 
the last, for here on Persia's throne, her mon- 
arch has been taught to punish innocence and 

honor crime, and one hath set himself to 

he will not speak it, no mouth shall utter 

it; but she, the queen, hath brought in truth and 

right, where death and lies were sought. 

Ah, monarchs of a mighty race— Cyrus, Darius, 
names a god may tremble at! Is there not 
sprung from ye a man of ancient fire, that 
may consume such men to ashes? Shall wick- 
edness exult and Ahasuerus live? No, by 
Rustem, by our heroes, by her God, justice 
still shall have her throne in Persia! Go, re- 
membering this. 

(Exit all but king, Mordecai and Esther). 

Esther (drawing Mordecai towards the 
king, who sits with bowed head. She lays her 
finger on her lips). Wait, he's yet but half 
appeased. 

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Gloria Yictis. 

King (slowly, sadly, as if waking from a 
dream). Thou, Mcrdecai? 

Esther. O King, my foster-father, he who 
brought me to thee? 

King. Who brought thee to me? Mordecai, 
thy foster-father? Then two lives, I owe to 
thee, my friend. (Mordecai stands with bowed 
head). 

Same. Yea, — — — and more than life, 
that honor lives in Persia! Since through thee 
came Esther, and through her, is known this 
treachery. 

(Chamberlain enters). 

Chamberlain. O King, a gallows fifty 
cubits high, which Haman had prepared for 
Mordecai, stands in his house. (Esther clasps 
Mordecai's arm in terror). 

King (in a terrible voice). Hang thereon 
Haman. (Exit Chamberlain). 

(Esther draws Mordecai to a couch). 

Esther. O King, He who avenge th inno- 
cence shall give thee peace. 

King. Peace! Not yet, O Esther. Some- 
thing burns me here. (Touches his breast). 
The Jews ! That he did dare to plot against 

thy kin! To lay Nay, I must not think! 

Here, Mordecai, take hence this ring and while 
this realm of Persia feels me master, it shall 
bring redress unto thy people. 

(Mordecai bows low and withdraws). 

(Esther seats herself upon a low stool at the 
king's feet, he lays his hand upon her head). 

King. Esther, beloved! Had I lost thee 
and honor! My love, my wife! 

Esther. Nay, but He willed it not to be. He 
gives thee both again, that thou may'st trust 
to Him. Ah, could'st thou learn that He alone 
can guard such treasures ! 

King. I would learn, Esther. 

(Chorus is heard softly chanting Ps. lvii). 



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Gloria Victis. 

Awake up, my glory; awake, psaltery and 
harp : I myself will awake early. 

I will praise thee, O Lord, among the people: 
I will sing unto thee among nations. 

For thy mercy is great unto the heavens, 
and thy truth unto the clouds. 

Be thou exalted, O God, above the heavens: 
let thy glory be above all the earth. 

King. Teach me to know thy God. 

Esther. Yea, love, my King, a child may 
learn to know Him; for he who doth obey and 
love is nearest, knoweth God. 

[CURTAIN.] 



NOTES. 



Page 7. Chorus.— The Persians, ancient and 
modern, have been distinguished by a great 
love of poetry. Their feasts and festivals and 
daily home life were adorned by recitations 
and frequent use of elaborate poetical imagery. 
It has not seemed out of place to consider them 
as admiring the Jewish choristers and admit- 
ting them as a part of court entertainment. 

Ahasuerus.— Ahasuerus is supposed to be 
the Xerxes of history, who was defeated at 
Salamis, which engagement he watched from a 
mountain side overlooking the bay. This was 
the second check of Persian power in Greece. 

Leather Banner.— The leather banner, the 
apron of a blacksmith, snatched in time of 
popular uprising and borne as a standard, has 
been, from ancient days, famous in Persian 
history. 

Page 10. Persian Decorations.— The rich- 
est ornamentation of the palaces of this period, 
were tiles of exquisite carving and design, A 
portion of the interior walls of the palace of 
Shushan has been brought to France and set 
up in the Louvre, with parts of pillars of great 
height, whose capitals are massive heads of 
bulls. 

Page 23. Use of Third Person Singular. 
—Persian monarchs are accustomed to use the 
third person singular in speaking of them- 
selves. We have the same ceremonious use of 
this person in Italian. 

Agagite.— The King of the Amalekites was 
Agag, who was slain by Samuel's own hand.— 
I Samuel xv:33. 

A tomb called the tomb of Esther and Mor- 
decai is still standing at Hamadan. 

For Persian costumes, dress, etc., see Raw- 
linson's "Ancient Monarchies," "Persia and 
the Persians," by S. G. W. Benjamin, United 
States Minister to Persia, etc. 



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